Foggy moisture combined with the dust, oil, and exhaust of the day’s traffic, the oleander doing its damnedest to take in all of the toxins itself. In the spring, if it was warm enough, there used to be a breath of orange orchards in bloom down by Irvine, and I’d almost want to slow down to prolong the experience. Nowadays, I feel lucky if I can catch some eucalyptus as I speed home through the cool, orange-lighted air.

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Samantha Soma is an erstwhile aromatherapist, collects vintage and modern perfumes, and is in love with the sense of smell. She lives in the Northwest, which means that books, coffee, wine, beer, and humidity play large roles in her personal experience.